This is the story of Shelly Giani, a sixteen year old girl who tried to commit suicide and was put in a mental hospital with a bunch of real crazies. She has to get out, any way. Not a good summary, please R/R. In a journal format, but may change.

When charred remains of students turn up on acampus, people generally get scared. But when they've got uncharred symbols painted on their backs, people get freaked & the police can't help them. A Wicca Witch is needed... and it just so happens one lives o

Her reflection smiled like a madwoman. Sara gasped as blood ran down her reflection’s wrists. Sara’s eyes whizzed to her own wrists, blood trickling down them. A scream escaped her lips as she ran to the sink, seeing blue scissors and droplets of blood.

I am not a witch, I do not know what I am, if you were to ask me, I would tell you I am a girl, a human girl. And as soon as I add that last bit, you will be suspicious, and I will know, because I will know what you are thinking, feeling, seeing, tasting.

The words seethed like butter being melted, "You were nervous; yet I merely asked a question of opinion, and you sweat; I hate to think what would happen if your interviewer was trying to flirt with you."...